Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.